i have to go get on a bus

hey yall pls help me

so i was trying to just figure this out myself without asking for money but i really need help and i dont know where else to go

my bank account has over -$70 in it (overdrawn due to amazon prime renewal which i didnt authorize) and ive been trying to call my bank to get this fixed. i have a student account so it shouldnt have been overdrawn anyway, but customer service hasnt been of much help

i need money for work clothes, toiletries, medication, and a bus pass, plus i need my account to be out of debt because it keeps getting worse as time passes.

my email for my paypal is smithjm8251997@gmail.com, any and all donations will be greatly appreciated. if youd like, i can make sigils in exchange for a donation. im also selling nudes, message me for details if youre interested.

if you cant donate but would like to help, please reblog, maybe send me a nice message if youd like or pray for me? id really appreciate it right now i really need it

anonymous asked:

How to pray and talk to the universe? Should our hands and eyes be open, closed? I've tried to pray when I'm in bed with my eyes and hands closed and start speaking to the universe. I talk to the universe about my worries and depression. I ask it what to do but I don't receive any signs? My Intuition tells me that what I'm going through is meant to be, I feel like I'll achieve something or I'll do a great work, but still don't know what exactly it is. I asked the universe but got no signs?

Anything is totally fine! Sometimes I’ll pray in bed (usually with my hands over my heart cause it feels warm), sometimes just randomly while waiting for a bus or something, sometimes when I’m having an emotional breakdown. Really anytime is totally fine–the Universe is always there to listen! 

Sometimes signs can be elusive. The best message we get from the Universe is actually the intuition you described–it’s the most vivid sign possible. Trust in that to the best of your ability and keep going. You’ll realize down the road that the Universe was working with you every step of the way. 

I’ll be away from tumblr until March 31st, since I’m celebrating both our birthdays and our one year anniversary with my lovely partner! I have asks queued up and I’ll catch up on any new ones when I return. In the meantime, if you have a generous moment, I’d love a donation to my service dog fundraiser too!

Peterick vs Ryden #37
  • Patrick: (crying) babe u left me in the fucking tour bus back in LA
  • Pete: Shit baby I’m sooo sorry! Daddy’s on his way to get you and we’ll go have ice cream yea?
  • Patrick: okay *sniffles* I love you
  • Pete: love you too babe
  • vs
  • Brendon: Ryan u asshole I’m still here in fucking Cape Town
  • Ryan: lol bye bitch

This whole series has been about doctoring video footage, the Duplicate Man being in two places at once, and characters replaying scenes twice. I wrote the Dual Timeline Theory last week because I picked up the signals but I didn’t realize they were playing through The Final Problem and breaking the fourth wall with dual storylines. Remember the disappearing blood in TLD? Remember the disappearing police officers in TST? Remember how that kid’s carseat cosplay went terribly wrong, but also played out how it could go perfectly right? Remember John receiving texts in bed twice? Remember John on the bus twice? Remember Mary explaining the AGRA incident twice? There is absolutely NO WAY the episode screened tonight was the full, unaltered one we’re getting on Sunday. For all i know, the entire episode could have been fake and it will be on the dvd extras as “unaired finale” or “the time we made a fool of the mainstream media”.

In class:

  • Take notes in pencil on notebook paper
  • Highlight Vocabulary
  • Ask questions

After School: 


  • place bag at study space
  • hang up outwear (sweaters, jackets, etc)
  • put shoes away
  • unpack backpack
  • plan 
  • organize space
  • change clothes
  • get a quick snack
  • turn on music
  • turn on pomodoro timer (forest)
  • finish all homework
  • type up/write notes
  • revise notes + homework
  • mark off tasks 
  • go through flashcards

This usually lasts from 3:45 P.M to 6:00 P.M

Then I have some free time and dinner with my family.

I try to read in my free time but usually end up online.

Then, i try to go to sleep by 9:00 P.M.



  • make bed
  • surya namaskar
  • water
  • get dressed
  • breakfast + vitamin
  • pack lunch
  • dental care
  • skin care
  • load up water bottle and lunch
  • pack bag
  • meditate
  • plan

After this, at about 6:20 A.M. I get on the bus.  On the bus, I go through my  morning motivation note on Evernote, while listening to an amazing 8tracks playlist.I then proceed to go through my notes on Evernote. Because it is still dark outside I do a Russian lesson on Duolingo and go through my daily Peak lesson (a brain exercise game that is super fun, I reccomend it!). After I can actually see (!!!), I start reading. This is at about 7:10. I only get 20 minutes of light on the bus. Then I get off of the bus at 7:30 at school where I read, make sure my assignments are finished, and talk to friends until school starts.


  • read through textbook
  • highlight important information (on my own copy)
  • write down questions
  • answer the objectives
  • type the notes
  • define vocabulary
  • make flashcards
  • practice math questions
  • practice writing skills
  • read a lot on weekends

When I have a test:

  • type notes up(sometimes I write them if I have time)
  • read through them every day
  • revise notes in journals
  • make charts
  • answer objectives
  • go through flashcards
  • skim through chapter
  • write down everything remembered

If I get a study guide: 

  • read through it
  • answer the questions without looking at anything
  • compare the answers to the material or provided answers
  • highlight the incorrect ones

I do that until i do not miss any, thenI read through it more in the period before the test. 

It is a good idea to begin studying in advance, doing things such as reading your chapter ahead of time, outlining it, writing notes, making flashcards, reading through notes, making charts, teaching it to others, revising notes, going through flashcards, and making “Remember Me?” pages (just a silly name I made up for writing down all of the information you remember from the text until it fills up more than a page, try to write down everything you remember). @studyruels @annoyedmccoy

The most important thing is to zone out and look at the bigger picture. It doesn’t matter if you’re feeling bad at this moment. What you do next is what makes you who you are. And some things are bigger than yourself. Your feelings or your hopes. The bigger picture is your life and what will come out of it and if you’re feeling horrible and you just want to get hit by a bus.

Look at the bigger picture. Don’t think about yourself. No one ever got successful by thinking of themselves. You think about life. You think about your mother who gave everything for you. You think about all of the people who see hope in you. And you keep going. Even if you hit rock bottom. The only way to go from rock bottom is up.

I just feel like no one ever realizes that some thing are bigger than themselves. And even I myself have trouble sometimes remembering not to take everything so harshly. But then I try to think and remember that it isn’t for me. That everything I do doesn’t depend on if i do or don’t want to do it. Everything I do depends on the bigger picture and everyone around me and happiness and reaching goals and celebration and friendship. And myself is so much smaller than the importance of all of that.

Ok so I’m re-reading Harry Potter...

On the bus during my commutes to and from school. And as I read, I’ve been making little notes and internal dialogues about things that I notice as I go (or notice again because I have no idea how many times I’ve read these books. So many times…) And I figured I might share them as I go through each book, because honestly when isn’t there a good time to geek out over the Wizarding World? Kay? Kay :)

The Philosopher’s Stone

  • Why, why, WHY does no one talk about Dumbledore’s fabulous high-heeled purple boots??
  • You know what I never noticed before? Professor McGonagall actually left Hogwarts to go to Privet Drive the day that James and Lily died. Like I mean obviously, but think about it; the first book starts out on a Tuesday (says it a couple paragraphs in to the first chapter) and we know that they died on Halloween. So the school is well into its Fall term, and it’s the middle of the week. McGonagall left the school, and all her classes, to go and sit all day long on that garden wall of Privet Drive just to wait for any information at all regarding this family. She sat there literally for hours to hear any confirmation of these wonderful yet terrible rumors. She waited and waited just to see if Harry was alright. And after just barely witnessing a distant taste of how horrid the Dursley’s were, she was completely outraged at Dumbledore’s suggestion to leave Harry there.
  • Also, there was a full day between when James and Lily were killed and when Hagrid brought Harry to Privet Drive. Imagine Hagrid taking care of baby bean Harry, loving on him so much, while probably breaking into tears every few minutes. I’m getting emotional, Hagrid and McGonagall are too wonderful.
  • I love the fact that the very first thing Mrs. Weasley does when she hears who Harry is from the twins is to make sure they treat him like a normal boy rather than going off to gawk at him. She is an amazing mother, and already so ready to protect him in a way he hadn’t known for ten years.
  • Harry and Ron’s first meeting means the world to me. These are two eleven year old boys bonding over not having much money nor being very special growing up. Will I ever make it through reading this series without getting overly-emotional at random bits? Nope, probably not!
  • I’m honestly still confused as to how Peter Pettigrew was sorted into Gryffindor. I mean he really doesn’t seem to display any of the the house traits as far as I can see. The only possible thing I can come up with is that he must’ve befriended the other three Marauders on the first train ride and was so desperate to stick close to them that he insisted the Sorting Hat place him with them. I mean the Hat does take the persons wants into consideration, he must’ve been adamant. Either that or perhaps part of the Hat’s decision is looking at where someone’s placement would benefit them most? Like “this child could do with being around these specific people so hopefully they will grow to be courageous when circumstances call for it, as well as truly loyal to those who care for and are loyal to them.” Maybe the Hat doesn’t just look at who you are but also who you need to become. And in the instance of Pettigrew, it just wasn’t enough.
  • It’s actually canon that Dumbledore likes bowling. Why does no one talk about this? More importantly, why is there no art for this??
  • Still not over how Hagrid totally sent Harry a letter with Hedwig that first week of school to make sure he didn’t feel left out.
  • Can we talk about the fact that Neville took on both Crabbe and Goyle single handed while Ron beat up Malfoy? Because FRICK YEAH go Neville!
  • Every time they mention Charlie Weasley I re-realize just how salty I am that they never had him in the movies.
  • Hagrid says Dumbledore “borrowed” Fluffy, which makes me wonder where he keeps Fluffy when he’s not living on the 3rd floor? Maybe in the forest, like Grawp? I suspect it would need to be super deep in there…
  • Honestly Snape is such an ass. I know he was technically on the good side, but he was certainly not a good person. And any Snape apologists can fight me on this.
I do not think I will ever tarry with the stars. I do not think I will ever have a garland. I do not think ghosts will whisper erotic messages in my warm hair. I will never find a graceful way to carry a brown lunch bag on a bus ride. I’ll go to funerals and they won’t remind me of anything. It was years and years ago that F. said: Each day you get lonelier. That was years and years ago.
—  Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers

one time my grandmother in miami back in the 60s shortly after leaving Cuba got on a bus, and when she did the bus driver made this pregnant black woman get up and give my abuela the seat and my grandmother was like, in spanish “no are you crazy she’s pregnant, i can stand, let her sit.” “ma’am, you have to” “no voy a sentarme, ya coño no me jodas mas” but once the bus driver started persisting, my grandmother began to understand what was going on (not that she actually understood what he was saying because she only spoke spanish but it clicked for her after she could see his tone towards this lady) and was so beyond outraged started cussing out the bus driver “I didn’t flee cuba for this bullshit” the bus driver was like “lady either you take her seat or you get off” and she pretty much was like “KICK ME OFF THEN” and with my grandmother bitching the entire time, a literal non stop verbal barrage, gringo dropped both of them off at the next stop. the lady was grateful my grandmother defended her but lol had no idea what my grandmother was saying as she was continuing her rant lmao. i was just remembering her a lot today with castro’s death and all. miss her and thought i’d share.

TLC Characters as things my friends and I have said
  • Cinder: Let's be honest, if I stole shoelaces from Donald Trump I'd probably be deported...and I was born here
  • Kai: I'm going to assault you *throws salt*... stop being salty about it
  • Scarlet: Soda + mentos + active shooter = survival
  • Wolf: Do you ever just get the urge to low key go outside in the middle of the night and start screaming at the moon?
  • Cress: That's one freaking big train
  • Thorne: If you hear police sirens, think of me. If you want to put together a bail pool that would be nice
  • Winter: Bus children
  • Jacin: I tolerate Bruno Mars
  • Iko: Look at the adorable little fucklings
  • Levana: Avacommunists
#8 Betrayed (Tyler)

Request from anon: 

Could you write an imagine where you’re dating Tyler and you go on tour with them both and one night they have a party at their bus with a couple other bands they’re touring with (of your choice) and you’re both super drunk and you see Tyler flirting with another girl and get super jealous and he ends up making out with her or something and you get super upset and go to the back room to talk to josh about it and you can end it however you like, sorry this is so long! I just love your imagines!<3


This is such a sick request cause I don’t get a lot of Tyler requests and it’s so detailed which is so nice cause I know exactly what to write and just afdjka thanks anon!

(Also hi??? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?)

Warnings: light cheating, alcohol


Your boyfriend Tyler and his yellow-haired best friend jog off stage as the encore confetti continues to rain down on the roaring crowd and the arena lights come up. Tyler quickly makes his way over to where you were standing in the wings and wraps you in his sweaty arms, kissing you. 

“How was it, babe?” he asks. 

“Brilliant, as always,” you reply and he kisses you again with a grin. 

You all begin to walk back to the dressing rooms so the boys can shower before heading out to the buses. Backstage isn’t the normal mess of people trying to get everything packed so it can be loaded onto trucks and shipped off to the next venue, since the boys have another show here the next night. And that means one thing and one thing only: a party. 

It’s tour tradition that whenever the band has an extra night at a venue, they take a break from writing after the show and have a little get together with the crew and supporting bands. The boys are always reluctant to call them parties, but anybody who’s ever been lucky enough to attend one knows that they usually got out of hand rather quickly. 

Tyler and Josh head off toward the showers while you go out to the bus to see that Mark is already preparing a bonfire and snack/booze table outside the boys’ bus. 

“It’s gonna be a good one tonight, Y/N. We haven’t had one in ages and the venue left all this laying out,” he says to you as he sees you approach, gesturing to a table of food and alcohol. 

“I’m sure it will be,” you say, climbing onto the bus and leaving him to finish setting up. 

The boys come out about an hour later after getting cleaned up and doing meet and greets. The crew, Mutemath, and Chef Special all show up shortly after, and the party is in full swing. Alcohol flowing, dance music blasting, and a raging bonfire at the center of it all. The air is crisp, but not cold, and the fire combined with the dancing and alcohol is keeping everyone comfortably warm. 

You and Tyler haven’t seen much of each other since the party started, both swept up in socializing with your friends. But you have been keeping an eye on him throughout the party as his steps get sloppier as the alcohol takes over his system. It’s not that you don’t think he can handle himself; you know he can. You just worry about him, and he does the same with you. 

But you haven’t seen his familiar head of black hair in a bit, and the alcohol clouding your thoughts certainly isn’t aiding your search. The last you saw, he was hanging around the bonfire next to some blonde you recognized as one of Chef Special’s crew. You hadn’t thought much of it, but you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy and fear in your chest as you realize you can’t find the likes of her either. 

You try not to panic. You know Tyler as well as anyone, and you know he would never do something like this. Never. He’s your Tyler. But, when he’s drunk… You aren’t sure. 

You stumble through the small crowd of people and find Josh, doing your best to get your point across in your drunken state. 

“Where.. Tyler?” is all you can manage to get out. 

Josh chuckles slightly as he is significantly more sober than most people here. 

“Last I saw he was hanging with Beth from the Chef Special crew, but I haven’t seen him in a while,” he replies. 

Beth. Beth. The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You had never even spoken to her and you already don’t like her. 

You nod slightly and shuffle off to go look for your boyfriend. You stumble onto the bus and chug a bottle of water to sober up while simultaneously looking in Tyler’s bunk for any sign of him. 

Your mind feeling slightly cleared, though still not up to normal capacity, you head around the back of the bus and finally Tyler’s familiar frame. The only problem is that that frame is pressing against Beth’s small one, their lips locked in a heated make out session that’s masked by the shadows of the bus. 

Your mind seems to be baffled by what your eyes see so clearly. You try to deny what is clearly taking place right in front of you. You can’t seem to comprehend how he could ever dream of doing that to you. 

You’re too angry to cry, too hurt to trust your voice to speak up, too confused to act. So you stand there for what feels like an eternity, stunned as your world crashes down around you. 

You’re not sure what makes him do it, but Tyler looks up about a minute after you arrive, the alcoholic glaze over his eyes immediately being replaced with regret. 

“Y/N…” he says as he abandons Beth and rushes toward you, grabbing your hand, but you immediately yanking it away. 

“Don’t touch me,” you spit at him. The anger in your voice is challenged by the tears that finally seem to catch up to your brain and you turn to go anywhere but here. 

Tyler trails you back to the party, but you lose him in the crowd of people. You spot Josh once again as the tears fall down your cheeks and his brows furrow as he sees you. You turn to get on the bus with Josh following close behind. 

You slam the bus door shut before anyone can follow you and you are immediately met with a the sound of a fist pounding on the closed door as you lean your weight on it to keep the rest of the world out. 

“Y/N, open up. I just want to talk,” Josh says. 

You hesitate for a moment. That’s Tyler’s best friend. What if he’s just trying to get you to talk to Tyler? But then again, you and Josh had grown quite close in the time you had been dating Tyler. He cared for you like a sister. You reluctantly crack the door open and he pushes inside. 

He shuts and locks the door behind him and immediately pulls you into a hug as you sob into his shoulder. Your hands remain rigid at your side, unable to reciprocate the gesture. 

“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he softly says into your ear, but something about this sets you off and you shake him off abruptly. 

“Is it? Because I just saw Tyler making out with some blonde behind the bus,” you say curtly, the tears still spilling down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t know,” he says, and you instantly feel bad for snapping at him. 

You stand in silence for a minute before he breaks it again. 

“I’m not going to try to defend Tyler, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can talk to me, if you want,” he offers. 

You hesitate, but remember that he’s really all you have on this tour except Tyler, and now it looks as if you might not even have him anymore. You’re grateful for Josh’s offer as you sit down on the couch and he sits next to you, ready to listen. 

“I just.. I got worried about him because I know he can get irrational when he drinks and I went looking for him and there he was, behind the bus with her and then he tried to talk to me and I ran…” you pause. It really isn’t much of a story, but it helps you to say it out loud. “I don’t want it to be real, but now I’m on this tour with you guys and I can’t afford to go home but I can’t stay and see him every day and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not now, not ever…” 

Your stomach sinks at the thought of breaking up with Tyler. 

“Y/N… I know I said I wouldn’t defend him, and I won’t. There is no excuse for what he did. But, Tyler loves you. He needs you-” Josh starts, but you interrupt. 

“And I need him. I love him. But… I can’t stay with someone who hurts me. I’ve done it before and I can’t do it again. It will kill me. No matter what I do, it will kill me. I just… I thought Tyler and I were it, you know? I never imagined myself with anyone else,” you stop as a fresh wave of tears washes over you. “He said,” your voice shakes. “He said he would never hurt me.” 

Josh pulls you into his chest again, and this time, you welcome it, clutching Josh’s back for dear life. 

A pounding on the door pulls you from Josh’s embrace and both of your heads whip toward the door. 

“Y/N!” Tyler shouts from the other side of the closed door. “Y/N, please!” 

The desperation in his voice breaks your heart and you turn back to Josh. 

“Josh, I can’t. I can’t see him,” you start to panic. “Josh, do something, please.” 

“It’s ok, I’ll deal with it,” he says, getting up from the couch and walking to the door. 

Your gaze goes anywhere but the door as you hear Josh crack it open and Tyler’s frantic voice carries into the bus. 

“Josh, you gotta let me in, man. Please, I just need to talk to her. I can explain-” he bargains. 

“Tyler, she doesn’t want to see you. Just, go find somewhere else to spend the night,” Josh stands his ground. 

You can no longer hear the noise from the party, so you assume everyone else has gone off to bed. 

You sneak a glance at Tyler and his red ringed eyes are already on you. He’s clearly been crying. The sight of him brings fresh tears to your eyes once again. 

“Y/N, please. I know I messed up-” 

“Tyler, just go,” Josh interrupts him before he can even start. 

Tyler simply nods and turns away from the door. Josh shuts it once again and turns back to you. 

“I think I just need to go to bed,” you say and he nods. 

“Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it,” he says as you walk back to your bunk. 

You’re grateful in this moment that you and Tyler have separate bunks. Sure, you usually end up sleeping in the same one, but you don’t think you could bear spending the night in a bunk that smells only of his cologne. 

But you still lay awake all night, unable to find sleep. Tonight blurs into the next day as the sun breaks the horizon. Maybe you did sleep, maybe you didn’t, but all you know is that you’re dead tired and you feel downright numb. 

You walk out to the small kitchen to find Josh sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, as well as one across from him, presumably for you. 

You grab the mug gratefully and sip the bitter liquid. 

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy. 

“I didn’t,” you reply honestly, and he looks at you sympathetically. “I think I need to go home.” 

He nods, as if he already knew what you were going to do. 

“But I don’t think I know where that is anymore,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the crying you’ve done over the past 12 hours. 

You can’t go back to your apartment. You shared it with Tyler. It will be too hard to be surrounded by all things Tyler. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, but you know that you can’t be here anymore. 

Josh gets up from the table. You don’t pay too much attention to where he goes; you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. He comes back about 15 minutes later with his computer. 

“I can get you on a flight out of here in an hour, if you’re sure this is what you want,” he says. 

A smile ghosts over your lips. 

“It’s not what I want. But, it’s what I need,” you say and he nods in understanding. 

“I’m gonna use Tyler’s account. The least he can do, after all this, is buy your ticket out,” he says and you can’t help but let out a small laugh. 

You mouth ‘thank you’ across the table to Josh, not trusting your voice. He just nods. 

He leaves and comes back, this time with your suitcase, already packed. 

“I went ahead and just packed for you. It’s the least I can do. I can mail you whatever I forgot,” he says with a laugh. 

He prints your boarding pass and hands it to you as you slip on your shoes and hoodie, taking the handle of your suitcase. 

“I’ll drive you to the airport,” he says, but you shake your head.

“You’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t thank you enough,” you say and he pulls you into a tight hug for what feels like the millionth time in the last day. 

“Just… Promise me you’ll talk to him? You don’t have to change your mind, but just hear him out. I care about you both too much for this to be it for you two,” he says and you nod. 

You turn to the door and head down the stairs with your suitcase. As you open the door, you see Tyler curled up under his jacket on the ground next to the door. He doesn’t wake as you walk past him toward the cab Josh called for you, and you’re glad. You need to get out of here, and you’re not sure you could’ve done it if he had gotten to speak to you before you left. 

You world is in shambles as you board a plane away from the person you used to call home. 


Sorry this doesn’t have a happy ending, but I just lowkey don’t like cheating fics that end happy cause cheating is so terrible ??? Idk maybe I’ll do a part two, if someone wants it. 

Anyway, hope you liked it! Requests are open :) 

Headcanon that tsukishima falls asleep whenever nothing’s happening. So not during class, games, practice, or anything but whenever there’s a free moment, he sleeps. I mean, he’s always asleep on the bus and there was that time he slept literally on the floor as they waited to play a match. I feel like he just will randomly nap. Like one day the first years are all gathered at someone’s house for a study session and the second they decide to take a 20 min break, tsukishima’s on the floor and napping. Yamaguchi will go out with him to eat and in the time it takes yamaguchi to get his food, tsukishima will have laid his head down on the table for a nap. Luckily, he’s a relatively light sleeper and takes being woken up graciously. But yeah, it’s baffling to people. It’s almost cute too. Which is just all the more baffling.

I’ve always been kind of a homebody, so touring is hard. I have band members who are awesome at it. They get up in the morning, they rent bikes, they go to museums. Meanwhile, I will be in my curtained-off crypt on the bus until 1:30 in the afternoon, when someone will slip a coffee cup through the curtain and be like, ‘Please get up. You need to get up or else you will be so sad.’ [laughs]
—  Joanna Newsom in an interview by Stereogum.
We’ll Talk About this Later

Summery: Dan might have feelings for Phil. Phil attempts to seduce him.

Warning: Masturbation, Strong Language, Smut, Praise!kink, Slight degradation

Word Count: 5,663

A/N: This was suppose to be a quick, little request. I’m not sure what happened. It seemed to have a mind of its own.


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Everything was going swimmingly. Dan and Phil had finally arrived in America to start their tour. It started off okay; save for Phil falling off the stage during the first show. Like everything else in their lives, they rolled with it.

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Analyzing (possible spoilers of Sherlock S4)
  • Supernatural: Sherlock you haven't slept at all after the first episode of your show. What the hell are you doing?
  • Doctor Who: You're rewatching it so many times.
  • Sherlock: I don't need sleep. I need answers. I'm analyzing this. You see in one of the scenes where John gets off the bus I believe, the new villain, is on the board. It says murder which could mean one thing. That there's going to be a murder! It could be a sign of foreshadowing! Also with Mary saying 'go to hell Sherlock' it could possibly mean that Sherlock is going to have a near death experience! BUT YET I DON'T THINK THAT'S IT!
  • Supernatural: *slowly backs away* Don't think to much of it.
  • Doctor Who: We're leaving now. *whispers* come on!
  • Sherlock: Come on THINK!

You went with Justin to an interview about how tour is doing. You’re standing behind the camera man and Justin has a straight face the whole time and you just want to see his beautiful smile. The interviewer: “let’s get a little deep…. how are you and Y/N? Does she go with you on tour?”
Justin: “Yeah she comes down and stays with me on the bus for a couple weeks and we hang out together after the shows we try tondo small dates butbits hard. Then I sadly have to send her home.” He pouts. Behind the camera man you glare at him making funny faces trying to make him laugh just a little, you were bored and tired you have heard the same questions the last couple days as Justin had interviews, Justin takes a glance over at you and he bends forward laughing at the faces *gif* as the interviewer turns to look, you stop and stand still, when he looks away you blow Justin a kiss and a small wink and wait for this interview to be over.

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.


I feel like I could have at least a moderately clean home if the dishes didn’t regenerate every day.

All my spoons are gone for the day after getting myself up and dressed, getting my son up and ready for school, standing with him at the bus stop (I’ll be glad when he doesn’t need me for these things anymore… soon), emptying the dishwasher, filling it, washing a single pan, and dumping the rest in the sink with hot, soapy water. 

I still need to do laundry. There are 4 bathrooms that are pretty nasty. The floors…… Don’t look at the floors… And I have to rest to recover a bit of energy to go stand at the bus stop again this afternoon.

I need to live in a tiny house that is empty except for a bed, doesn’t have carpet, and without my family who don’t help clean though they do help make mess just by existing, to have any chance of ever having a clean home. So.. a jail cell?

You know when you watch one of those really tragic MTV shows like Are You the One or Real World? No shame, cause same, but have you ever thought about how crappy it must be to work on that show? There is some poor person who sits in an editing room, watching drunk 20-somethings sloppily grope each other, searching through indie songs trying to find one that makes this mess look romantic, wondering why they even had to go to school for this gig. Her friend comes in and she’s like “ayo, Betty, you finished with the music yet? Let’s go get drinks.” And Betty looks up from her cup of coffee, pauses her “Bon Iver” Pandora station, and says “Not yet, I still have to find the right song for when Hannah is giving Trey a handjob in the back of the drunk bus. Next time, guys.”

Praying for you, Betty.

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